Dear Jesus, this is bad.
I know I said I didn't feel bad about eating ridiculous amounts of rubbish because it was making me happy and helping me combat stress, but this is just wrong.
I have consumed so much chocolate and so many Dorito's and so much processed, sugary, artificial junk, that I feel like a walking rubbish dump. A rubbish dump for bad food.
Add to that, I had another mental breakdown a few hours earlier. For some stupid flipping reason, my e-mails weren't working, and I was trying to study and I desperately needed to e-mail my teacher. Then when I finally logged on, it told me I needed to verify some code for security reasons or some bullshit like that, and then when I clicked on the link it gave me, there was no code!
So I cried. For quite a while.
When I'd pulled myself together, it occured to me that I could just try my other e-mail address. Which I did.
Great success.
But after four more pieces of chocolate and a bite of some odd-tasting macaroon, and another mental breakdown threat, I think it's time to go for a run.
Or a walk.
After all that junk food, let's not be too ambitious.
Bye for now, X
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